Irresistible

Chapter 1

"Get yourself a boyfriend." She stated the last and only possible option I had.

"Mom you're being ridiculous!"

"I am not. You were the one who wanted to talk like adults, here." She slid a visiting card across the table, which got stuck right below my binder.

"Call him up." She lit her cigarette.

"How will he help me?" I examined the card that simply had a number.

"They have submissive's, you're buying one." She blew the smoke upwards not caring about the smoke detectors in the conference room; it was her office after all.

This is it! I stood up from my chair pushing it behind and I leaned on the glass table with both my hands on it, anyone could point out that she was crazy if they heard her.

"Mom, this is preposterous. First you told your clients that I'm engaged and living with someone, just so that you could show them that we are well settled." I lay emphasis on the 'you' each time. "Then, it leaks out in the media because one of your stupid drunk colleagues! and now," I practically barked, "I have to save the company and your reputation by buying a submissive to be my husband and put up a show." I was panting heavily, "I'll tell you what you're doing" my index finger pointing towards her before I stated my acquisitions, "you're playing with my life."

Unaffected by all my words she took another drag other cigarette, distinguished it by pressing it's head against the astray.

She rose up with all the grace she possessed and straightened her skirt, "Look son," She sighed, "There is no need to get married, he will be your fiancée for few months and then he can be out of the picture, besides he can live far away and happily after that." she walked towards me and placed her hand on my shoulder, "Look at it this way, you'll buy someone their freedom and we all will have what we want. The company will have their clients, I will have my reputation as you state...and you can promote LGBT for all you want, people will follow you and look up to you, you're Louis Tomlinson, the business administrator of this multi National Company, give yourself some credit."

I was! she knew the 'being gay' was a sensitive topic.

"At least consider, the deal has a hundred million dollar profit margin." She stated.

She started to walk out of the room and just when I heard the door open I said under my breath, "We get rid of it as soon as the deal is ours."

"Did you say something sweetie... I mean Mr. Tomlinson." she put up her professional behavior the minute the door opened, "We get rid of it as soon as the deal is ours." I spoke loud and clear this time.

She nodded in agreement and left the room with a big smile after all she had convinced her son to buy a fiancée, by or against his will.

THIRD P.O.V.

"Please stop, I'm sorry." He felt a whip hit him again making him fall on the floor in pain.

"What did I teach you about talking?" the bald muscular man held the curly haired submissive from his face, whose eyes were glassy the boy was biting back his sob, "Speak you filthy piece of shit!" every time someone who owned him for the night said such words it cut him, his mother had left him in this never ending hell hole which just grew worse every second.

It had been eighteen months since the boy was held as a submissive brutally hit and sexually assaulted almost all the days of stay here, the first few days he hoped that someone would come and save him, catch all the bad guys like it happened in every fairytale and let him be free. But the darkness of the cell where he was kept for all this time had tarnished the aura of his pure heart, his heart bruised and bled everyday just like his body.